Oh dear, I saw My Octopus Teacher on Netflix and had such a strong reaction I had to walk–I couldn’t finish.
Like when everyone started turning to ash in Avengers: Infinity Wars. By the time Peter Parker was blowing away, I was eyeballing the Exit at the bottom of the theatre.
My Octopus Teacher was worse. It was real life.
Hey dear reader, if you popped here looking for porn, but maybe actually want to kick the habit, don’t give up! Pls check some resources on FTND here, or stories here. I also wrote this some years back. <3
It’s been summer, Corona, lockdowns, parents stressed, and lots (Lots) of kids on screens.
1 in 10 visitors to a porn site is under 10 years old. (2016).
How many more kids have smartphones and screen access at earlier age since 2016?
And it’s not just porn. These generations are confronted with so much.
Part of this blog has been about coming out about stuff. Being vulnerable, daring to share. That’s why it’s sometimes quiet– not because I’m not writing, but because I’m not posting, not letting go.
This time was different. I wasn’t writing. These are the first words penned since I lost